The Last Inch
Every inch of me will perish. Every inch but one. An inch… It is small, and fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. They will always try to snatch it. To break it. Tempt us to lose it. But to not give it away will be our greatest victory.
Because within that inch is all that I hold dear. It contains the possessions most personal and private. Dignity, Integrity and Individuality. It is only when I have all three with me can I consider myself truly free. Freedom will have no meaning without these three. Freedom will be lost when I lose that inch.
I can keep running all my life to race ahead of the others. I can keep craving for money and still be always poorer. Or even achieve fame and then remain at the mercy of others to keep it with me. It is very easy to gain these. And they can be measured, so are easily understood. But these are things that can fill up the whole world, keep me busy all my life and yet be not mine.
But only one thing is truly mine. That inch. Because it is my Spirit. I was born with it. And my whole life shall be a fight to not lose it. To die like the way I was born.
The above post is an expansion of a dialogue in ‘V for Vendetta’ (novel,movie). The first five sentences are the ones from the letter by Valerie Page.